^Vices and Virtues^Tordtom^Biblical au^

Episode 12: Seeking Help

The fact that Edd has never actually stepped foot inside Tord's house, let alone the front yard was just sad. Ringo meowed in the baby carrier Edd placed her in, Edd scratched her head while he held the newly bought phone in his left hand.

Loud clamoring came from behind the door, followed by heavy footsteps and high pitched whines; sounds like Tord's roommate is a nightmare.

Edd knocked on the door three times, suddenly long nails were peeking through the cracks of the door, Edd held Ringo tightly and held the phone right above his head as the knob twisted.

"Edd?"

"Tord, what's going on in there?"

The sounds of the locks coming undone made Ringo cower, a big dog suddenly growled at the two of them.

"Dante! Upstairs! Now!"

The dog quickly turned its head and left the door, Tord opened the door only to reveal himself wearing nothing but his boxers with scratch marks visible in his skin.

"Oh, seriously Tord?"

"Don't get any ideas, he's a handful and uh—before he gets here, I'll take that and here"

Tord shoved the money into Edd's face before quickly closing the door. Edd stared in disbelief before squatting down to pick up the money that Tord carelessly threw on his face before rudely shutting the door.

It's been twenty hours and Tord has officially run out of chocolate to at least sway Tom from wanting to ride him. They eventually had compromised with letting Tom straddle him and bask in his heat but he is exhausted. Tom has worn him down to bones by acting like such a brat, from the massages to the constant need of attention.

Right now, he was coating a dildo with his sweat to at least make it smell like him and let Tom play with it, just four hours more and this would all be over.

"Tord~ let's make the last hours count~"

Tord pointed the dildo at Tom and closed his eyes as he got nearer,

"I don't like fakes Tord~"

Lucifer punishes the guilty, so why was Matt feeling so bad?

Matt rolled around in his bed and pulled the covers over his head. It's been two days and he's beating himself over Tom, over something that he did, because he was jealous and he made a deal with the one person Tom warned him about.

He did love Tom, if he didn't, he wouldn't feel this bad.

Matt crawled out of his covers and headed to his kitchen to grabbed several bottles of alcohol to drown out the worry. He slumped over to his couch and opened the television to have the sound play in the background.

Pressing the bottle to his lips, the liquid was bitter and cold, like him without Tom...For fucks sake; Matt chugged the alcoholic drink one after another until he could see the walls dance and contort.

Mindlessly wandering in his living room, Matt opened his door and walked outside his house with a bottle in his hands. The streets danced underneath him as he swayed back and forth trying to regain his balance, he threw the bottle in the grass and wiped his lips before walking to a shady sidewalk.

The light coming from a butt of a cigarette caught his attention, a woman dressed in nothing but fishnets glared at him,

"Fifty per hour, I don't come cheap"

"Tom?"

The woman threw the cigarette over her shoulder and put her hands on her waist, Matt opened his arms wide and pulled the woman into an embrace. She stood there frozen, Matt tightened his grip as he cried into their shoulder, whispering apologies as he cried harder; should she hug back?

A cane suddenly hit the back of Matt's neck, he was lifted off the ground as he started to cry even harder than before,

"What's his deal?"

"He just started crying and sputtering apologies like a broken record!"

"Get him to the truck"

Matt woke up with a pounding headache, the ringing in his ear disappeared as he started to make sense of his surroundings. He was sitting in a white room with other people, there were loud voices outside from the door in front of him—a lady suddenly appeared holding a clipboard,

"Welcome to group therapy for the misguided youth, let's talk about why you started these addictions and together, we will eradicate them"

A groan escaped Matt's mouth, he wasn't misguided, he decided to drink so technically he had a path—just not a healthy one.

"And we have new faces! Let's start with the ginger in the middle"

She pointed her pen towards Matt and beamed directly at him.

"I didn't want to be here, I don't even have a recollection on how I get here, what the hell?!"

The lady's lips forced out a smile as she looked at her phone,

"We are in Liverpool, why?"

"Liverpool!? I'm from London! How the fuck did I get here?!"

Matt stood up from his seat and looked at her in disbelief, the people sitting around him scooted away from him a bit, the lady cleared her throat and combed her fingers through her hair.

"We'll answer some questions later, now why did you start drinking?"

Matt sat back down and crossed his arms, not caring if he slouched in his seat,

"I'm a casual drinker, I just drank that heavy last night to take my mind off things"

"What kind of things?"

"Got in a fight with a friend, he's special to me and I got in a fight with him to the point where I broke a promise we've kept"

The lady nodded slowly before writing down something on her clipboard.

"so you're guilty"

"that's why I drank I'm guilty, he's not going to take my apology because I almost killed him! I was so jealous of the new guy he was starting to hang out with, he barely knows him but they're out there snuggling!"

The guy beside Matt rubbed his shoulders comfortingly in an attempt to reassure him, The lady cleared her throat and spoke more softly this time,

"You need a one-on-one therapy session to manage your anger, I'll help you and you can come here every Wednesday"

After four hours of listening to everyone talk in the room—Matt left the office with his hands in his pockets, from the corner of his eye he saw the lady walking to her car, he walked to her and tapped her on the shoulder,

"I never caught your name, or number"

"It's Natalie, here take this business card and call me if anything ever comes up, there's a bus stop to the left, see you soon Matt"

Matt held the business card in his hands and read what was written,

"Natalie McElroy, 'To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance', +44 20 7946 0039"

Guess he's going to therapy from now on.